An Ning's eyes shifted as she started to feign casual curiosity. "Old man, I'm here looking for a classmate of mine, who seems to live around here. Do you know her?"
The old man smiled confidently. "You're asking the right person. I am an old worker of this factory and also a long-time resident of this building. Many others moved in later. My place is well-located, so I haven't moved due to my business. Just tell me who you're looking for; as long as they're not newcomers, I probably know them."
"My classmate's name is Zhao Yue, and her father is also an old worker of this factory, his name is Zhao... Zhao..." An Ning pretended to forget, but in fact, she knew Zhao Yue's father was Zhao Chengfa and her mother was Li Chunmei.
But how could she possibly know so clearly what her classmate's parents' names were?
"Zhao Chengfa, right?" The old man guessed. "Zhao Yue is that slim, tall, and pretty girl, though of course, not as beautiful as you."